New-York tribune., 1887-05-15

Lucilla bluste BE eazsd upon her With ~ ayes Of %
The wallsn sAnd how great no added. WITH
emphasis, 9. are the charms of beauty united WIFE
discretiOn.n
SOLUTION.
"It will be most trying. trying interview. said
Miss Morton. tearfuly. She glanced at the mirror,
as was her won't, for consolation; her countepancss
relaxed into smile she adiusted stra hot
should be so essential TO the happiness OF man
that must blight the existence of one or the other
All, they may well say added MISS Luclia patnet-
heard Mr. Westbrook's footstep, that the gift OF
beauty is a fatal one;' John Westbrook was look G
ing very haggard The weeks Of suspense Mss had 1e
with forlOrn air of inquiry and seated himset ooe-
dientIy at her side as, with handkerchief in her
hand she pointed TO the vacant place. And tnen,
without further warning the lady burst into tears.
"What is the matteri Ny dear LuciIla, what isthe
matter Pm very sorry, Pm sure II I've done any;
thing to wound you. It's only way nave; l
don't mean IT." protested the young man, remorse,
fully with shamed remembrance. certainly, OF
the shOrtnes of his replies at times .,
1T is not your fault John, neither ISL mine, l
am sure" said Miss Lucilla sobbing. Il proved
my attachment to you by coming QUIT marry you,
and we have not seemed altogether ID harmony;
but money, assure you, has nothing whatever TO
al hope not. I don't. possess too much of the
articles; not having Puddicombes luck.. returned
the lover grmly-and somewhat despairingly.
Yes-Mr. P1ddicombe. 1t Is about him. II
want to speak to yon about him, John. lie was
She was utterly unable to understand the sud-
den illumination that seemed in q moment TO have
0verspread John Westbrooks countenance. Miss
Lucilla's conscience smote her; to think that he
should be on the brink of loss and despair. about
TO hear news that would blight every fond hope
he had cherished. news which in the very telling
would she felt sure, overwhelm her with remorse
and lOOk like that
He was here this morninGf And what did he
| II
ali. for heavens sakew urged the lover enthus-
astically Miss Morton looked at him with sud:
den INSPIRED Sy m G dpnng and e c baye
| managed to conceal 1t from her entirely till the
present moment But Mr. Westbrook observed the
| look his appearance changed.
"YOu have something to tell me; what IS 1t !" ne
said aud his accents had become those OF anguish
! They were accents of conviction also; and MISS
was already OWNED, that she was at least to be
| spared the sorrow of communicating the blghting
is as thO%gh SaGGaatsa aaoIss M
81 am sure, my dearest John" said Miss Lucilla,
regard you as friend | hope # 1t wonld not pc
TOO trying to you. and if Mr.. Puddicombe wonld
| not obiect-the thought that i must blight vour
life has been a dreadful one 10 me; have cried, !
am sure, till ! am perfect object Ii you would
only consider what it Is TO be placed
in such a position, John; If | say, ! VIII
not ruin your happiness, l am obliged to
| make another miserable for life: and such very
nice person." she added pathetlcaly, OF such dell
cafe refinement. and so sympathetie. On, dear, dear
john cried Miss Luclla brrsting into teare airesh
(" the sock has been too much fer you L Wish you
Nothing. 1t was merely anguish. often DO"
returned the deserted one incoherently; and to
Miss Lucilla's horror, be seized his hat, and threw
it wildly. madly In the air. Forgive me- on 90
forgive me-" he said, suddenly dropping into his
char again. Il was q little delIrlons Tor a
moment, think. Only the effect OF the shock.
/ a., No, IIn I IrrilI gta
| light, will never come between you ana happ-
| ness u,
Miss Lucilla, IN fear, not unmlngled with remorse;
If Won think it you'd disturb vour redson-it you
/ could not Intlnue to i've without me. coud not
/ be the cause of so much misery" ~
! "Oh dear. mol Don't ever think of It'll resign
! all claim" said Mr. Westbrook with sudden and
alarming change of countena9ce II know now
And and snail get over 1t IN time. nope you
! won't consider me-" -.
| "Hnw can YOU utter such wOrdsi Oh, the self
reprolch that feel' sobbed Miss Morton. - Not
consider yon How can You such cruel, cruel
languagei You think it Is Mr.. Pnddieombes posi-
ton: bur elt for a long time. that there was an
ncompatib Of tastesa ds'I nllarlty aS be puts
It-and feet his words TO be true. cannot say,
added Miss Lucllla modestly. " why should De INC
chosen of each it is n most pain nj thing to me 20
! think that | should be necessary TO the
existence of moro than one bnt II IS my trying po'
s.tlon. On John dear, do you think you ever can
| "Perhqps not-hnt no matter" said the discarded
lover IN accents of anguish, with II dIm renem-
| brance OF a melodrama in which he nat once taken
"Oh, for my sake Promise m, that you will tr y.
| for my sake. You VIII find another, taough IL Is
| natural. perhaps" added Miss Luctla. with a
| glance at the MIR or, ." that You shond tLlnk at
present that You could never care for any one else
II you wunll endeavOr to think OF me as another $
John If you wonld try 10 tear me from your heart
| | should not feel the sef-reDrOach do now. But,
for my sake promise me that you will at least try
| To be happy
| Wesfbrook her0lcallv. There was the radiance oil
a high endravor on his face Miss Lucilla recog-
nizcd it. "Go0d-bye Luclla y VIII Try 10 Iorset
you'll ever can"
II has been said that all things come TO those who
| wait. MISS Lucllla Morton had wated-tor Two
| and-fity years. On her return TO England as Mrs.
Puddicombe she found her. ref in the proud position
| of beng able to narrate-wIth few trlting embel-
lishments-the romantic story of the heart rending
position III which she had been placed lie arueht
| declaration Of dcvOIon: the voyage she hau SO
! courageously undertaken; the two lmpassloned
| lovers who had sought her favor, and, above all,
the cruel necessity she had been under OF bl'ghting
! "a life; she did justlce-it might even be said,
PIE Ical justce-t0 all. lt became, lndeeu, as
time went by story her friends knew Dy
heart nevertheless, references to il continued 10
adorn Mrs. Puddicombes conversation and she had s
! the happiness OF being complacenty conscious, Tor
the remainder of her days, that she was an Object
of envy to at least the unmarried among her
younger acquaintance.
- rhe state of mind he was in was heart-rendlng,
my dear" so ran the ending of the story. lie
rushed off to England by the next steamer, and III
a MT of frenzy, proposed to my niece, solely be-
cause she was my namesake They are getting on
very well in New-York, and believe he is growing
recOnclled 70 1t by this time; and 1t may DO that'
as years 90 by, he will become attached to his wife,
but | know that | was his first and fondest love,
and that life will never be quite the same 10 MIN
again."-lM Mary kernahan harris, In BelgraVia'
| CLOTHES BY THE HOUR.
From Tte Philadelphia Times. - .
| "Ahl Chap Is that one Of Fwank /" sald one
OF those beings that give strong reason to believe N